7 acessos
Times up! you're outta luck and your back's up against the wall
From tunisia to washington the people are calling, "no!"
Your gas n guns, your clubs n thugs, your lies on the tv
None of it can save you now as your reign is swept away
Get up! get up! your voices are needed
Become, become the pulse of the revolution
In the ranks of the masses risin'
Another shakedown and a slap in the face and he know he'd had had enough
He doused himself in gasoline, took a breath, and lit a match
She said, "i will go down to tehrir square and i will stand alone...
(and if you have any dignity i won't be on my own)"
Get up! get up! your voices are needed
Become, become the pulse of the revolution
In the ranks of the masses rising